In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

She chatted with you even more cheerfully until nearly dawn before leaving.

【the next day】

Empress Alexandra and King Nicholas II arrived together once again.

Unlike before, this time they brought their daughter, Anastasia, the empire's youngest princess.

Anastasia secretly made a face at Nicholas II from behind.

[Finally receiving her parents' permission, she seemed very excited to come along.]

Chapter Fifteen: The Budding of the Princess's Thoughts

[You later learned that Anastasia was not only allowed to accompany them, but was also granted the right to come alone by Nicholas II—with your consent.]

This was permission that neither of her two older sisters had been given, so you can understand her excitement. You also know that your life will be much more exciting than before.

As expected, after that, Anastasia would go to the library to find you whenever she had free time. At first, she would pretend to be looking for books to read, but later she simply dropped the pretense.

As soon as she sees that you're not busy, she'll immediately run over to talk to you. She'll ask you many questions, about the outside world, and about the wonderful or sad stories in the books she's read.

Every time this happens, you'll deliberately bring up the time when you first met her and she pretended to be looking for military strategy to tease her: "Didn't you say you weren't reading romantic novels?" Every time, you make the girl angry and embarrassed and want to tease you, but you end up teasing her instead.

The girl's little tricks have no effect on you, but she has learned many new tricks from you. You heard from the palace servants that the other two princesses are complaining bitterly about it.

She might occasionally wallow in self-pity in front of you, or sometimes reveal the same shyness she showed when you first met.

You always say she's having a relapse.

Anastasia would always get embarrassed and annoyed again.

This is your first year at the Tsarist court.

[This year, you thwarted Rasputin's conspiracy with the Holy Church, healed the Crown Prince Alexei with mysterious power, and gained the approval of Nicholas II and his wife. This year, you and Anastasia went from acquaintances to close friends.]

[Also in this year]

Your research on heritage is gradually getting on the right track.

You begin to experiment with blending 'magic' and 'miracle'.

[The conclusion you reached over the past year is to combine 'magic', which preserves past phenomena, with 'miracles', which embody human faith. You believe that magic represents the 'past,' and miracles represent the 'present.' You try to use the 'present' to preserve the 'past,' and use the 'past' to create the 'present.']

On your 312th day at the Kremlin, you secluded yourself in the library, refusing visitors and focusing on your research. You even declined a visit from Nicholas II.

Aside from your initial encounter with Rasputin, you did not reveal any other mysterious aspects to Nicholas II and his wife during this year. However, Nicholas II and his wife increasingly admired and respected your 'wisdom,' and they dared not disturb you.

Anastasia returned, looking disappointed.

On the 313th day, you still refused to see anyone.

Anastasia's heart continued to ache.

On the 314th day, you still refused to see anyone.

[Dedicated Research]

...

In 1913, as autumn drew to a close, after the desolate fall of leaves, the once lush trees were left with only bare branches.

This year was still a year of great suffering for the Tsarist Empire.

Since its defeat in the foreign war eight years ago, the Tsarist Empire has been suffering from the effects of postwar trauma and has yet to recover. The oppression of local powerful figures and the displacement of millions of farmers have brought about a sharp social upheaval.

Even during this period, there was a man named 'Peter Arkadyevich Stolypin'

The politician Torres gained favor with Nicholas II by suppressing uprisings with force. He spearheaded a land reform that divided and won over the populace to combat uprisings, superficially eliminating the internal crisis of the Tsarist Empire. However, such reforms vanished with the assassination of Torres, because his reforms never addressed the fundamental problems of the Tsarist Empire, and the overall situation of the empire deteriorated after his death, even more so than before he came to power.

Thus, no matter how much Nicholas II slammed his fist on the table at ministerial meetings, and no matter how hard the emperor racked his brains to try to carry out reforms again and to cover up the increasingly serious problems through various means, the decline of the country remained unchanged.

But this somber atmosphere did not affect the court—no matter how worried or angry he was, Nicholas II would always present a calm and confident demeanor to his family, assuring them that nothing was a big deal and that he could handle everything.

Inside the seemingly secluded Kremlin in Moscow, in the luxurious living room of the princess, Anastasia sat at a desk by the window, holding a fountain pen dipped in ink, watching the birds perched on the bare branches outside.

She was pondering and worrying, but not about national affairs. The young girl in her ivory tower was unaware of the gravity of the situation; she was simply indulging in melancholy and sentimentality with her innocent heart...

"Is Anna spacing out again?"

The sudden sound from beside her startled Anastasia. She snapped out of her reverie, tossed her long, beautiful silver hair, and glanced at the door of the living room. She immediately saw the girl's head popping out and couldn't help but hum in disapproval.

She said, "I was just thinking about it—and His Majesty Luca once told me that it is wrong to spy on others, Your Majesty Maria."

The one who arrived was her elder sister, the third princess of the Tsarist Empire.

Maria Nikolaevna.

"Alright, I know you're the first person to be able to meet His Majesty alone. You don't need to emphasize it every day; I'm sick of hearing it, Anna!" The girl who popped her head out couldn't help but puff out her cheeks. "Also, I wasn't spying. I knocked on the door, but someone was too engrossed to hear me."

She walked in, her bright and clean angel-down goose-feather dress trailing on the floor.

"Hmm... Was I really that lost in thought?" Anastasia paused, taken aback.

“Of course,” Maria said. “Ever since Your Majesty announced that you were closing your doors to visitors, you’ve been doing this every now and then. Sometimes I worry that you might fall into a ditch while walking down the street.”

“You’re the one who’ll fall into the ditch,” Anastasia retorted instantly. She turned to the other girl who was standing near her desk and said, “My devout faith guides my path and will not lead me astray!”

"Did His Majesty Lu Kang tell you this again?" Maria asked, somewhat curious.

"No, it's from the Bible."

Anastasia responded earnestly, pausing deliberately at this point. Seeing that Maria seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, the girl continued, "However, this is an annotation that His Majesty Lu Kang made specifically for me."

Maria: "..."

She thought to herself that her younger sister had become increasingly fond of teasing her older sisters ever since she met His Majesty, but seeing her sister's seemingly happy expression, she couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle.

“Do you know what you look like right now?” Maria couldn’t help but ask.

"What does it look like?"

Anastasia looked up at her sister.

"Like a little girl longing for her sweetheart, my sister." Maria couldn't help but tap the smooth forehead peeking out from beneath the girl's hair. "But that's understandable..."

“I once saw His Majesty Lu Kang from afar. He was indeed an extremely handsome and charming young man—no wonder my father and mother valued him so much that they even stopped their trip to the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg and decided to settle down in Moscow—even though St. Petersburg is the imperial capital... But it's quite good this way, no need to travel around!”

Anna was startled again. She pondered her sister's words, and a blush suddenly crept onto her face, her voice becoming stammering.

"I...I'm not...and handsome or anything, um..."

The girl spoke softer and softer, biting her soft, red lips.

Princess Maria couldn't help but smile even more at the sight of her sister. It was quite rare to see her sister like this, but she suddenly felt a pang of jealousy—jealous that Anna could be so close to that handsome and wise monarch, and jealous that she could give him such a pure and unpretentious smile.

Maria, however, understood that Anna was actually the most outstanding and excellent among them... In terms of appearance, figure, and the sensitivity and intelligence of her mind, Anna was better than her older sisters.

Anna even had a wonderful encounter with a snow sprite that only existed in myths in this era when she was a child.

so...

“If you deny it again, you might miss being the first one, okay?” Maria suddenly whispered.

"The first one what?" Anna responded instinctively, then looked up and saw her sister's slightly narrowed eyes, as if she suddenly understood something—

"I overheard Father talking in the hall just now that His Majesty Lu Kang will conclude his meditation practice today and open the library doors..."

Maria hadn't finished speaking.

Anna suddenly stood up, lifted her skirt, and rushed out.

Maria froze on the spot. She looked at the paper and pen Anna had left on the desk, then at the branches and birds directly opposite the window, and at the spacious and majestic library building diagonally across the street.

She forced a smile. She desperately wished she could act as decisively as her, yet clearly couldn't—just like a year ago, when she and her sisters encouraged each other to defy their father's orders and break into the library, but in the end only Anna actually went...

Anastasia Nikolaevna met Lu Kang for the first time at the urging of her older sisters.

Chapter Sixteen: Solomon's Two Miracles, the Book of Law, and Historical Records

At this moment, Lu Kang was still staying indoors—the majestic library, bathed in the warm sunlight, had its bells ringing high above, and the dust on the tightly closed doors drifted like sparkling embellishments.

But Maria did not deceive Anna; today was indeed the day Lucan opened the library—in Lucan's own budget, in his calculations—

[Day 320. This is your seventh day of seclusion in the Kremlin library. In ancient myths, God spent seven days creating the world. You are not God, but you believe you can use these seven days to sort out what you have gained and establish this mysterious system.]

[You don't expect to create your own family's mysterious foundation in such a short time. The foundation of every magic family requires many generations and a long time to lay. Your time as 'Lucon Luvist' is limited, and you are not in a hurry.]

So seven days is enough time for you.

This is the last day.

At sunrise, you've summarized what you've gained.

[You have mastered the use of 'miracles'—having grown up in a monastery, you are no stranger to faith, and after understanding the principles, you can quickly apply them in practice. However, you have not established a connection with the foundation of the church. The power of 'miracles' that you have mastered originates solely from your own heart, and it is not solely based on faith—this is not a miracle, but rather a manifestation and expression of your own will.]

You know, this is actually a kind of magic trick, a brand new kind of mental magic that combines 'miracle' and 'magic'.

It originates from magic, but uses modern 'miracles' rather than phenomena from the past.

[In the past, things were fixed: fixed techniques, fixed attributes, a fixed total amount of mystery and a fixed foundation.]

The present, possessing infinite possibilities and embodying 'miracles,' is also unconstrained by the past.

Based on this, anything you think in your heart can become 'magic'.

This is your definition of the new magic system.

The magic of the mind is born and nurtured in your hands. It is still weak now, but like a tender sprout, it will sooner or later grow into a strong tree and take root in the mysterious soil.

It will be your first step in inheriting 'reality'.

[You begin recording]

Inside the library and its collection, Lu Kang sat calmly on the floor, the smooth tiled surface providing a cool touch. His black priest's robe billowed in the autumnal north wind blowing through the high windows. His thoughts were in turmoil as he experienced the changes he had undergone after mastering 'miracles' and 'magic,' and he couldn't help but sigh.

He thought to himself that he was indeed a genius, capable of even such a thing. However, he also understood that this was only because he, despite his seemingly humble origins, had actually brought with him the more mature magic system of the Clock Tower decades later.

For the world as a whole, mystery is constantly fading, while the techniques that emerge to preserve this fading mystery become increasingly refined and sophisticated with the changing times.

The power that those techniques could demonstrate might not be as great as that of the ancient times, but their ideas were ahead of their time.

To some extent, Lu Kang can be said to be using the techniques of the 'future' to grasp the miracles of the 'present' and encompass the mysteries of the 'past'.

And now, everything is about to be completed.

He only had one last step left.

This step is both a record and a way of passing on knowledge.

Recorded in the drawings.

Recorded in books.

It is also recorded in the world.

This is the process that every new magic trick or 'miracle' must go through, just like planting a seed in the soil for it to sprout. Only after the seed sprouts can this new magic system be effectively used by people.

[You begin recording]

Inside the tranquil library, scattered books were turned over and rustled in the wind.

Lu Kang opened the blank book in his hand.

He picked up his pen and drew his theories and ideas on the paper.

[You continue recording]

The ink from the pen tip spread and diffused between the white pages, seeping through them.

[You continue recording]

You are completely focused, yet your mind seems to drift away at this moment, as if you have traveled through the past, present, and future, arriving at a more distant place.

"Do as you please, that is your way."

What you think is the truth.

You wrote these words.

A sudden thought struck you.

And so, in that instant, your thoughts became reality.

What you think and what you contemplate can become the magic that activates mystery.